alternate_girls (alternate_girls) wrote in btvsal, @ 2009-12-07 22:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | place: la, ~bronte bale-kellerman, ~grant kellerman |
I do know how to be a gentleman
Who: Bronte and Grant(Open to Continuation)
Where: Grant's Place
When: Sunday Evening - 8 pmish(December 6)
Well...this was it. Grant's big chance. To say he was stressing about this was a vast understatement. But he'd tried. He'd even asked advice from the guy that he knew had more experience wooing women than anyone he knew: Ben. But he felt ready. He'd set everything up and now was just waiting for Bronte to arrive. Pacing back and forth a little in his gray pinstriped suit (sans tie), he tried not to fret.
Bronte pulled the Corvette up alongside the curb in front of Grant's place and killed the engine. Exiting the vehicle, Bronte dressed in a black and gold short dress with black tights and a pair of black low heel shoes, made her way slowly up to the guy's door and knocked to announce her presence. Bronte had no idea just how casual or formal an evening Grant had planned out for them which had been why the blonde had chose to go the somewhat dressy path. She figured she couldn't be over-dressed or under- dressed for the occasion in the dress she had chosen to wear for tonight's date.
When she knocked... he put on his most charming grin and opened the door. Here it was. Do or die. The lights were off, the rooms that she could see lit only by the light of many candles. There was soft music playing in the background (dear lord, was that Marvin Gaye playing?), and he held.... a small bouquet of roses in his hand. God bless him, he was certainly trying, even if it did seem a little... 80's romantic comedy.
"Hey... you look great, Bronte."
"Thank you." She returned with a soft smile accepting the flowers he had so thoughtfully gotten for her. Stepping in Bronte found the place to have quite the romantic setting, something that surprised her to some extent as she hadn't thought Grant would have gone that far. So to say she was impressed might have been understating things a bit.
Thankfully, she was either oblivious to the corniness of some of it, or just too impressed with his effort to care. Because he gave an obvious, audible sigh of relief as she smiled. "I'm not gonna lie and say this was easy... but it was definitely worth it if you like it." Oh damn, how Ben would tease him mercilessly if he saw this. It... wasn't quite the advice HE'D given. "Next time though, I'm teaching you the finer point of throwing darts." His tone made it apparent he was teasing her there, just trying to keep things light.
"The evening is still young so it remains to be seen just how impressed I'll be with all that you have planned." The blonde said stepping past the guy into his home. The setting was nice, not as romantic a setting of she would have done, but considering this was Grant and he seemed to be trying to make an impression on her Bronte wasn't about to comment on any of the negative she might have noted.
And really... the place wasn't BAD. Again, maybe a little stereotypical and corny, but still very sweet. "Hope you weren't expecting anything TOO grandiose..." he admitted. "I've got dinner cooking, and maybe we could do a movie or something... but really, other than that? The candles, music, and flowers were the biggest part of my arsenal."
"Perhaps." Bronte turned to the man with a little bit of a smile only guessing what the something might be that he may have in mind after dinner. "Dinner smells appetizing."
"Appetizing... well, that's probably the best I can hope for. Not much of a cook, but... well, I figured how bad could I mess up spaghetti and garlic bread, right?" Oh damn. Hopefully not TOO bad. "And besides. I like to think it's the thought that counts. You wanted proof I could treat you like a lady. Like I was really interested. Well... here's me trying."
"So, is dinner almost done or well it be a few moments longer?" The blonde inquired lightly setting her black clutch and bouquet of flowers down on the table. Bronte was giving the guy an A for attempt in providing a date he felt was suitable for a lady. In her eyes things seemed to be going well thus far.
"It'll be a few more minutes. I've been making the sauce." Which was guy-code for 'emptying the jar into a pot and letting it heat up'. "Damn. You seriously look dynamite tonight, babe." Ok, so part of him was ALSO afraid of the rumors that if you make this family unhappy... bad things tended to happen to you.
"Well, wasn't actually sure what the dress code would be for tonight so figured I go for something that fell in-between." Bronte smiled to him Cause knowing Grant jeans and a t-shirt could have been appropriate attire for the evening, thankfully that hadn't turned out to be the case.
"Well, it's not like I was gonna be standing here in shorts and a wifebeater when you got here..." he said a bit indignantly, but still with that grin of his in place. "I *do* know how to be a gentleman. It was just a matter of showing you that. I just... prefer to usually be more fun and spontaneous."
"As much as it might have made for quite a scene, I'm relieved you decided to forgo the shorts and wife beater outfit." Bronte returned with a bit of a teasing smile. "Is there anything I can help you with?" Asking though she knew her offer would be declined as Grant seemed to have everything under control.